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Gabe and Tycho sighting at Real Networks - Holy Shit

I totally just got out of class at the Art Institute of Seattle, which is in the same building as Real Networks, and as I emerged onto the street who did I see? Fucking Jerry and Mike and their whole crew getting out of their cars across the street, wearing full ping-ping gear. Holy shit, I didn't know what to do, I was so struck with amazement I just kind of stared for a moment. I looked around for someone who might know who they are, but alas only some really old dude and some hot chick were in close proximity, both of which I assumed would lack any appreciation for their presence. I mumbled "holy shit, holy shit" a few times as I stared in their direction, there was a moment where I swear to god that Mike, the tall mother fucker and I made eye contact and we shared a deep, personal moment, him probably wondering who the fuck the douche in the suit glaring at him was.

I wanted to yell something and share my appreciation but couldn't find the words, but I'll never forgot that brief moment I stood a mere intersection away from such gods. As I crossed the street and to my vehicle, choosing rather not to bother such people with the words of someone so irrelephant, I quickly tweeted and facebooked what had transpired, and after all that, I can some day tell my future children that there was a day when I was truly alive, and that day was today.

Thankyou,
-Sean

P.S. This was like an hour ago of this edit, so I would imagine they are in the heat of ping pong battle RIGHT NOW!

P.P.S. I have positioned myself in a vent and am watching Mike and Jerry play doubles. Tonight I shall dine on their sweetbreads

This is pretty disturbing. If you would've just said "I saw the Mike and Jerry and the PA crew on my way out of class!" it probably would have been better. Just the way it is written kind of gives me the creeps.

There's no point in you getting both of yourselves all worked up and ready to chart the undiscovered country, then having her flush crimson red, run to the bathroom, and spend twenty minutes straining and grunting and stressing out because you're all ready to deliver your package but there's a three inch thick Sunday paper clogging up the mail slot.

dude I froze so hardcore, i was thinking of what to do and just locked up. They're definately stars in my book though, though I mean they didn't exactly roll up in an stretch escalade, looked like a hybrid and they were just standing there feeding quarters into the meter. Plus there were tons of normal, other folks with em I would assume are their staff members and PR crew or something.